I reached India at night through a thicket of dark fog.
I was told this climate was usual for the time of year and can often interfere with flight schedules. Miraculously, our pilot gracefully landed the overbooked flight from Newark with absolutely no visibility. It wasn't until I felt the thud of the ground that I was finally able to make out some silhouettes.
The saffron-tinted fog laid a veil of mystique and curiosity over the seemingly endless field of runway lights, twinkling in the infinit haze, haunting me with uncertainty.
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